I ALWAYS WANTED AN ORANGE KITTEN

by Amy Henry Photo credit:  izzyplante

“What people call serendipity sometimes is just having your eyes open.”—Jose Manuel Barroso

Since college days, my life has been filled with cats. There’s Phoebe, a tortoiseshell cat who napped atop my turntable; StarBaby, a calico who cleaned out the bottom of my yogurt cartons and then lined up the empties in the bathroom; Maggie, a stray I “adopted” from the Boston pizzeria that fed her; Tia Maria, an opinionated, affectionate gray with a “hint of beige”—also mother of Brutus and Jasmine, both brown tigers. And Francesca, a tiny, gray long-haired kitten who was terrified of most everything, but loved Brutus and followed him everywhere.… Read More I ALWAYS WANTED AN ORANGE KITTEN

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